summertime burns brighter in memory

when shadowed becomes the present

memories drip like glaciers

icy skin threatened by the sun

familiarities beading, rolling, collecting in pools

she waxes soft and springy like

buttery july afternoons

in hazy summers that settled thick as fog

hanging in the air, a gaudy chandelier

light stretched thin by yesterday's ghosts

and ocean spray smelled of broken bits and pieces

of relationships she lost

and those she refused to remake

of the incandescent smile which fluttered beneath his skin and

them, the tickle in their throat which may or may not have

been a laugh;

and this spinning snow becomes psychotic

and it falls and falls

when will we rise?

wax soft and springy, my dear

when shadowed becomes the present

memories drip like glaciers